I never wanted to be an "old" mom. The one who embarrasses their kid because they are older then the other mothers and can't do something that they can. I had always thought that I would have kids in my 20's or early 30's at the most but it didn't quite work out that way as life rarely does. I didn't have my son until I was older. At the hospital when I was in labor one nurse asked me how old I was and when I told her I don't know if she believed me or not. She looked like she was in disbelief. I don't know if that was good or bad so I took it as good, me looking younger then the 40 years I had lived on the earth at that time.
My son will be turning 11 soon and I was looking back over the years with him and looking at my face in the mirror. Since he was born I have colored my strands of grey hair that seemed to pop up out of the nowhere these last couple of years and I am not as fast as I used to be but basically just as strong mentally and physically. I can still tell when most people are lying to me and and when they think they are getting over on me. I now have a few laugh lines around my mouth and my eyes are more puffy in the mornings when I get up and of course menopause has kicked in which has it good and bad points that come along with that. I have reconciled with the fact that my son will be an only child. At least the only one that I will physically have. But, I think all in all the years have been pretty kind to me.
Motherhood is nothing that I thought it would be. It is so much more then I could have ever imagined in my wildest imagination. I will never know what kind of mom I would have been 20 years ago but I do know the mom that I am today and I am going to say I don't think I am half bad.
My son wants a chocolate cake with gummy worms on it for decoration for his birthday. Before he was born gummy worms weren't even in my vocabulary. Yes, motherhood has definitely been an adventure. Now, I will be shopping for gummy worms, the ones with different colors on aisle 4 of the grocery store aisle.
